Hey, How’s It Goin?
How can we make that 15 story wall 7 stories? Simple. Combine the stories. Take all the characters from 1 3 5 7 … and give them roles in 2 4 6 …. and then the wall will fall. Down down goes the wall into the hall but not for naught of tall when the 17 artichokes can’t find the weazle under the cloud flare set off from the fun fair when all of the light bear came to the toe chair. Yes that’s a thing! I sell them on ebay ALL THE TIME. Toe Chairs. Go buy 10 and prove me wrong. Prove they don’t exist. Just because you can’t find them doesn’t mean they don’t exist! I can’t find Montana on a map that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist! or does it! You, right now, fail to exist. I can’t see you, touch you, hear you. Your presence is gone from my presence therefore you do not exist. Crayon do not exist. Saturn exists though. The rings make it so. Saturn is out there. Making us sing like ring when the bell goes ding. Dong. Who’s there? Mr Bear. It’s not fair! I hate it when. My toe needs a chair. See. Told you they exist. That’ll teach YOU not to believe my grandios claims of all things glorious and gregarious and grooovy … looking for fun and feelin groooovy. Yeh, you saw that coming. That’s like the bestest way too short song ever. I have to sing it like 10 times to make it feel like an ‘actual’ song. What were they thinking?!? Lazy lazy lazy. Did we solve that wall problem?
Keep me up to speed. You know how much I hate hitting walls in slow motion. Messes with my fragile ears and my dizzy tummy.
make it so,
without the flow,
can’t let go,
and then you know
love & hugs & escaped into the wild slugs,
~ m
yes m, M was taken
the Mighty M took it right off my keyboard
foiled again!
I shall prevail!
I shall reclaim my rightful M throne!
and put you all in jail!
…
ok, no no I would never do that
Mighty M is such a a lovely fellow
but nothing else rhymes with prevail and I ran out of sail in the hail when the giant whale wasn’t going to bail!
see
nothing
here’s a parachue so you can escape
hmmm, yes … I see your dilema … parachutes don’t go up only down
I guess you’re going to need some helium balloons to … omg that’s my billion dollar idea!
helium balloons floating parachutes up to the sky
I’ll be rich I tell you rich!
shhhh don’t tell anyone
here
sign this NSA
no stealing agreement
quick!
before the guards catch you playing hop scotch!